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M1OnTheBeat

M1OnTheBeat

Drop what your doing, AB’s back with another one

Still got niggas in the field doing marathons

Ain’t been long since a nigga put the bally on

My nigga made racks off a booting, they can’t banter us

They shoulda known better, even though the gang full of go getters

Still put holes in broke fellas

Get your bread up clappin' dats, cah the chain diamonds dancing like some skets

in the rave tryna get bread up

See no evil, hear no evil, I still bang on the opps, tryna feed my peoples

I can tell you 'bout times I put hands on a pirate

Me and BK stamped the fuck out that prick, he was lacking

Can’t tell you 'bout times that I whipped in the Pyrex

I was beating off doors like I worked with the Trident

Fuck police, got my peoples on the wing with the lifers

I still walk with my ting, I ain’t losing my life

Anyting shh, when a wrist punch

You buss your gun how much times, where you hit fums?

Anyting or anyting, shotty in the whip punk

Kweff man, might haffi dash dat away like a gyal that I hit once

Frogz said the opps getting faster, I haffi start start gyming

Lord save all the hoes and the Barbies in it

I might forget the cardio, go spot her then

give the D cah she looking fine like a parking ticket

Back now, gotta put my stamp down, fam I got a rack for every pussy that I

stamped out

Still in the fields like the grass in the pavements in the blocks, in the farm,

you can’t doubt my badness

Fam I never put no yola in the pot

Fam I never got to make it to the top, I was a worker

How you think the OT spots got jerk up?

Know from the fucking behavior, I was the worst cuz

Mans famous, and I’m still in the fields that’s dangerous

But fuck it, man I always got my stainless even if I get touched,

my bros will defo leave your strip taped up

Anytime we got corn for your head back

When we hit the target, straight neck, chest, back

Back the fuck up, when you hear me say «get back»

Pussy I got suttin' you don’t wanna test fam

We some different type of gangsters

I had a metal in my trackie, baby girl felt the steel when she tried to grab my

balls

I had to put it to the side like it’s all cool

She already know what I go through

How they gonna beef me?

Darg I got racks to my name, my PRS, that’s mashes for days, but I’m fucked cos

of fame

Or I might sponsor my likkle young buck from the block and make him clap out

your brain

I ain’t blessing no beef, I got one or two guys I need to bleed in these streets

Fuck what you heard darg, man still eat

Everything I’m leaving off these music P’s

On the roads when you see me, don’t run

Lord knows I’ll be right behind you, tryna push my rambo in your back,

then I’m gone

This ain’t no joke, I got it most times so it’s long

That’s seventeen inches for a bludclart opp

I got opps tryna hand in the towel

See them in church and dat, man doing gospel rap

Let me not talk, better have his bible on the roads cah I’mma lift his clart

Must think I’m a madman

Worldwide artist, banging on paigons, I must be a wastemen

Your favourite rappers really living a lie

Don’t compare me and him, cah I got reasons to ride

I don’t know what I want no more, money ain’t a issue, I ain’t broke no more

I’m performing for the fans, just got a round of applause

Little nigga, I done seen shit happen to me in movies that I saw

Like remember Like Mike when he stepped onto the court?

That was me at the MOBO’s

Who woulda thought free Wize?

He saw me, I could it really make it through the door

Believe a couple months later, I was picking up awards

And I ain’t seen shit that I never thought I’d never see before

Pree this, now the kids worth bricks of the raw

I never practiced none of this, have you showed dem how it is?

How we live, how we runnin' up in cribs with the striz

Word to gangsters, a war in north and guess what?

It’s reality

They took Kobi and Neesha and caused a tragedy

How you gon' blame us for wanting to cause casualties?

I laughed when that prick died, now couple bitches mad at me

Fuck status, everyone’s got guns now

I’m tryna put a pool in my mums house

Banging on the opps same way with racks in my bank account, I can never allow

dem

Good in my hood, who says I’m not?

Verbal ain’t corn, I cut him dead on the spot

Plus the length on my ting, that’s 17 inch

You don’t wanna piss me off, I put 13 in

I’m worth more than all of dem bludclart yutes on that bludclart block,

have some bludclart manners, pussy

Your boy got bun and your boy got bun, the other boy got bun, where’s your

hammers?

Don’t compare me to these broke yutes, only worth a gold tooth, my dog costs

more than your outfit

And I’m always 'bout the action, just me and the sammi like Skat,

you don’t wanna see me clap this shit